The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward 1880 |
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Pàgina 130
... , Superlatiue as poetis laureate , In moralitee and eloquence ornate , I recommend my buk in lynis seven , And eke thair saulis vnto the blisse of hevin . ' sary to point out , for instance , the close 130 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , Superlatiue as poetis laureate , In moralitee and eloquence ornate , I recommend my buk in lynis seven , And eke thair saulis vnto the blisse of hevin . ' sary to point out , for instance , the close 130 THE ENGLISH POETS .
Pàgina 133
... thair makis1 wonne . This was the planë ditie of thair note , And therewithall unto myself I thought , Quhat lufe is this , that makis birdis dote ? Quhat may this be , how cummyth it of ought ? Quhat nedith it to be so dere ybought ...
... thair makis1 wonne . This was the planë ditie of thair note , And therewithall unto myself I thought , Quhat lufe is this , that makis birdis dote ? Quhat may this be , how cummyth it of ought ? Quhat nedith it to be so dere ybought ...
Pàgina 141
... thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 10 , all dansand in ane gyis " 1 , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis or thrys . He lay so still , the Myis wes nocht effeird Bot to and fro out ouer him tuke thair trace , Sum tirllit at the campis 13 ...
... thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 10 , all dansand in ane gyis " 1 , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis or thrys . He lay so still , the Myis wes nocht effeird Bot to and fro out ouer him tuke thair trace , Sum tirllit at the campis 13 ...
Pàgina 142
Thomas Humphry Ward. 1 Scho gaif ane cry , and all the laif1 agast Thair dansing left , and hid thame sone allquhair ; Scho that wes tane , cryit and weipit fast , And said , Allace ! oftymes , that scho come thair ; ' Now am I tane ane ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. 1 Scho gaif ane cry , and all the laif1 agast Thair dansing left , and hid thame sone allquhair ; Scho that wes tane , cryit and weipit fast , And said , Allace ! oftymes , that scho come thair ; ' Now am I tane ane ...
Pàgina 145
... Thair is na wy ' that will my harmis wreck , Nor creature do confort to my croun ; Quha sall me bute ? quha sall my bandis brek ? Quha sall me put fra pane of this presoun ? ' - Be he had mide this lamentatioun , Throw aventure 10 the ...
... Thair is na wy ' that will my harmis wreck , Nor creature do confort to my croun ; Quha sall me bute ? quha sall my bandis brek ? Quha sall me put fra pane of this presoun ? ' - Be he had mide this lamentatioun , Throw aventure 10 the ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Pàgina 449 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Pàgina 448 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Pàgina 450 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Pàgina 485 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Pàgina 458 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Pàgina 450 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Pàgina xiii - THE future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Pàgina 347 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
Pàgina 423 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?